Year of the Cat (2001 Digital Remaster)
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
Running like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the Year of the Cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, "I feel my life
Just like a river running through"
The Year of the Cat
Why she looks at you so coolly?
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The Year of the Cat
Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're gonna stay
In the Year of the Cat
Year of the Cat
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
Running like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the Year of the Cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, "I feel my life
Just like a river running through"
The Year of the Cat
Why she looks at you so coolly?
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The Year of the Cat
Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're gonna stay
In the Year of the Cat
Year of the Cat
Credits
Writer(s): Alistair Ian Stewart, Peter John Wood
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Other Album Tracks
- Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel, Pt. 1
- My Sharona (Remastered)
- Baker Street (Edit)
- Devil Woman (Remastered)
- You Sexy Thing (Remastered)
- Right Back Where We Started From (1994 - Remaster)
- American Pie, Part I
- Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue (Remastered)
- Year of the Cat (2001 Digital Remaster)
- Roll Over Beethoven (Single Version) [Remastered]
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